A Cut Above Pt 03

A Cut Above

By Magda McKune

Part Three

CHAPTER 9

Carol walked into the green room and found Amy Coy sitting on the couch reading a fashion magazine. The young blonde squealed with delight and leaped to her feet. She ran to Carol and flung her arms around her neck, kissing the woman passionately on the mouth. "Hello! Hello! You sexy wonderful woman you!" she exclaimed happily.

Carol chuckled and caressed her hands over Amy's back. "Somehow I get the feeling you missed me."

Amy leaned back and smiled at her companion. "I do miss you, honey bunny! You are my best non-business friend I have! I love you lots and lots!"

The woman smiled and tenderly kissed the girl on the lips. "I love you too, darling." She affectionately patted the girl on the rear. "Let's go take care of this gorgeous hair of yours, shall we?"

Amy sat in the styling chair as her hairdresser curled the tips of her strawberry blonde tresses. "Carol, honey," Amy asked candidly, "do you like being a hair stylist?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have been doing it for twenty years if I didn't."

"I was thinking it might be fun to learn. Would you teach me?"

Carol regarded her curiously. "What brought this on all of a sudden?"

"I don't know. I guess I was taking stock of my life and wasn't overly thrilled of where I am or where I was going. I mean, here I am, 24 years old, and what am I doing? Fucking guys and girls, which is not the worst thing a gal could do, I'll have you know, but not exactly a valuable skill set."

"I thought you liked being a porn star?"

"I do, but in this business, 24 is practically over the hill. Hardly anyone makes it up to 30. The ones that do end up playing parents of porn stars in artsy films. The older you get, the fewer the offers and the parts get shittier. So I'm good for another five or six years and then I'm out on the street without a lot of marketable skills. Sure, I can answer the phone, but who wants an ex-porn star as their secretary or receptionist? People will think I fuck and suck the boss all day. The women will hate me and the men will hit on me all the time thinking I'm a cheap slut and an easy lay because of my past. No thank you."

"So you want to become a hair stylist?"

"Yeah! Now there's a career I can slide into in my off time and do full time when I get too old to act."

"Like me?"

"I didn't say that, sweetie! You are still gorgeous for your age. But you can leave the film business anytime you want. I envy and admire that. I want to have another skill where I can walk away from this life before I'm booted out on my ass."

Carol laughed and curled another lock of the girl's hair. "Of course I'll teach you, darling. To tell you the truth, working here at the studio takes me away from my salon a lot. I could really use a partner to cover for me."

"A partner!" Amy squealed with undisguised enthusiasm.

"Junior partner, maybe," Carol emphasized. "You don't even know how to trim bangs yet."

"But I can learn if you teach me."

Carol thought in silence for a long while as she styled the young woman's tresses. "Tell me, Amy... do other girls feel the same way as you do about the business?"

"About making fuck flicks? Sure. A lot of the girls I talk to think it's great, but they don't see it as a long term career. You see, they're lured into films for the money. The job pays pretty well for pretty girls and stud boys to fuck and suck on camera. A lot more money than you can make in a job that pays minimum wage. As you might guess, most of us don't have college degrees. Add lack of education to the stigma of an unsavory profession and your chances of finding a decent job drop to practically nil. There was this one girl though. Her name was Sherry something. She left the business to become a fashion model. But the stigma of the career followed her. She got labeled as the porno model. Folks thought she was a slut and would bang anybody for a buck. Maybe she was that way, I don't know. All I know is that it killed her career and she came back to making fuck films again. Her heart wasn't in it after that and one night she died of a drug overdose. None of us wants that to happen to them."

The woman was contemplative for a spell. "Do me a favor, Amy. Check around and casually ask if learning to do hairstyling is something other actors are interested in."

"You mean like you might offer a class or something? That would be great!"

"Something like that. Maybe as an avenue to give you folks in the business something to do on your days off. Ask the men too. They might be interested as well."

"Okay!" Amy giggled with excitement. "This sounds really cool!"

Barry Sullivan poked his head in the door. "Carol, may I have a word with you in private?"

"Sure." Carol set her styling tools aside. "Back in a minute, Amy." She stepped out of the door with the director.

The man closed the door behind them. "Honey, I'm in a real bind. The woman I had slated for the scene today just called. It seems she had an attack of kidney stones. Dammit!"

Carol furrowed her brow with a quizzical look. "What does that have to do with me?"

"She was an older woman."

"I see. So you think that because you just so happen to have an old lady hanging around, you can have me step in on one of your fuck films. No thank you."

"Age isn't the only reason I need you and you know it. You are an incredible actress, Carol. I need someone to step in and save my ass, pronto. I have actors sitting on the stage twiddling their thumbs on the studio's dime and I don't have time to call in another actress. You can do this and save my bacon in the process."

Carol expelled her breath in a huff. "This was not part of our deal, Barry."

"I know. But you already did a scene with Paul Rogers and you know the ropes. Nick is cool with you acting in fuck flicks, and I'll pay you double the rate for stepping in at the last minute like this."

"How much is the going rate?"

"A hell of a lot more than trimming hair."

She scowled at the man. "You are going to owe me big time for this, buster."

"Yes!" he cheered happily. The man gripped her arms and gave her a big smack on the cheek. "You are the newest love of my life! Go into the costume room and pick out something that fits."

Carol glanced down at her skirt and blouse. "What's wrong with what I have on?"

"It may not be suitable for wearing after the scene is over."

"Oh. I see."

"Go, go! Hurry up! Time is money! Chop chop!"

Carol stepped onto the sound stage. It was made up to look like a plush fancy living room. Three men were seated chatting amicably with the director. Barry beamed brightly and extended his hand to her. "Carol Allen, meet the other actors in this scene."

She moved to his side as the director put his arm around her shoulder. The other actors smiled and nodded with approval at the new arrival. Barry nodded to a tall bald black man in a high back arm chair. "That's Rock Hard." On the couch next to him were two white guys, one with long wavy blonde hair to his shoulders and the other with short brown curls. They both looked gorgeous. "These two are Tony True and James Steel. Gentlemen, meet your leading lady."

The men nodded and smiled and welcomed Carol to the set.

"All right, gang," Barry said. "Let's get ready to roll."

Carol seemed a little lost. "What do you want me to do?"

The director led her behind the wall of the set. "Here's the scene; you are the wife of the notorious casino owner Frankie Fallow. You can even be called Carol if you want, not that it matters. Anyway, the rival gang wants to put pressure on Frankie by kidnapping his wife, which is you. James Steel is the ringleader. Rock and Tony are his henchmen. Steel brings you to their hideaway for safe keeping. You're scared because they have you at their mercy, but you are one tough dame and don't take any crap. You got it?"

She furrowed her brow. "Sounds rather tame for a fuck flick."

Barry gave her a broad grin. "The boys are not content with only watching you, if you catch my drift."

"I see." Carol glanced nervously at her three abductors. She would have no problem acting scared and apprehensive over them having their way with her.

James Steel opened the door and shoved the woman roughly inside the room. "Sit down and shut up," he growled menacingly.

Carol stood by the couch and glared at him. "As soon as Frankie finds out about this, you boys are in for some serious trouble." She defiantly straightened her clothing. "You hurt me and you're looking at one severe beating."

"Relax bitch," big black Rock growled. He grabbed her elbow and pulled Carol around the front of the sofa. "Nobody's going to hurt you so long as you cooperate." He forced her to sit on the couch and stood on her right. "We're just going to keep our hands on you to make Frankie to cooperate."

The woman looked at him and his companions. "Keep your hands on me?" She absently covered her chest. "What do you mean by that?"

Rock grinned a big toothy smile at her. "I wasn't thinking about it that way, but now I am. Show me those nice big titties of yours."

"I most certainly will not!"

"Like hell you won't!" Rock gripped her blouse and savagely tore it open. "You'll do whatever I goddamn say!"

Carol glared angrily up at him. "Asshole!"

James wandered over to her left side. "Take that blouse off, lady. I want to see those nice big hooters too."

She scowled at him and slowly removed her top. "You said you wouldn't hurt me."

"That's if you cooperate." Carol set the torn blouse aside. "The bra too."

Carol unclasped her brassiere, her big boobs falling loose. Rock grinned at her and reached down to grope her breast. "You got some real pretty titties there, lady. Very nice titties." He rubbed his crotch with his other hand. "My dick wants to fuck those nice big floppy old titties, baby."

"Get your filthy paws off me," she cursed angrily. "Or Frankie is going to have his boys kick your sorry ass all the way to kingdom come."

"Fuck Frankie!" Rock snarled. He gripped a fist full of her long blonde hair and savagely yanked her head back. "Suck my dick, bitch."

"Ow! You're hurting me!"

"Don't make me beat your ass, fucking rich ass cunt! Suck my fucking dick, dammit! Right fucking now!"

"All right," she mewed in fear. "Just don't hurt me."

Rock released his grip on her hair. "That's better."

Carol began to unfasten his pants. James moved closer to her side and rubbed her bare shoulder and breast. "I'll bet you like to suck cock, don't you, bitch?" James grinned. He rubbed his groin by her face. "You rich cunts complain a lot, but you sure love that cock."

Carol opened Rock's pants and a huge black dick spilled out. "My God!" she gasped in shock. "It's so big!"

"The Anaconda is loose," he grinned a wide toothy smile. "This big ole' black snake wants your pretty pink lips wrapped around it."

The woman tentatively licked and sucked the head. It was immense. She took more and more of his cock into her mouth and was soon bobbing her head over his prick. James grinned and opened his pants. "What did I tell you?" he laughed. "These rich bitches love to suck that cock." He fished out his dick and waved it at her face. "Suck it, cunt."

Carol moved her mouth onto James's dick as she pumped Rock's swollen dick in her fist. She wrapped her fingers around James's cock and moved her mouth back and forth between the two men. "Shit yeah, baby!" Rock grinned, his fingers lightly stroking Carol's blonde tresses. "My dick loves your tight pretty mouth."

The woman leered up at him as she stroked the two men. "I've never had a black dick before." She swirled her tongue around the head of his long thick pole. "After Frankie's boys beat your sorry asses, this black snake may not be in any condition to satisfy the ladies anymore."

Rock bent down and met her mouth in a long savage kiss. He groped her tits as Carol pumped her abductor's cocks. He let her up for air and she leered lustfully at him. "My cunt wants to feel this big bad boy inside her right now!"

"Oh yeah? You want a taste of my big black cock, bitch?"

"Yes, you big black mother-fucker! I want you to fuck Frankie's horny old lady with this big black dick!"

Rock lifted Carol to her feet and sat on the couch. James kissed her hungrily and groped her full loose melons as Rock peeled her skirt and panties down to her ankles. Carol stepped out of her clothes and stood naked with her back to the black man. Rock held her waist and guided Carol to sit on his cock. "Oh my GOD!!" she screeched in pain as the head pressed inside her. "It's tearing me apart!"

"Fuck that big ole' cock, rich bitch!" Rock growled, lowering Carol to sit on his dick.

"Ow, wait!" she panted breathlessly. Carol held James's arm and raised up, slowly settling back down again. She gradually rose and fell on the man's lap, taking a little more each time until she was riding the man's stiff pipe all the way to the base. "My fucking GOD!" she rasped as she hopped on his cock, her big titties flopping loosely about her chest. "My whole body feels like it's filled with your huge black cock!"

"Damn, baby!" Rock growled, gripping her waist and assisting her to ride his lap. "You have one mighty fine pussy!"

"Frankie is one rich mother-fucker, but he doesn't have a nice big cock like yours!" Carol panted with lust. "Fuck my hot wet cunt, you horny son of a bitch!"

James moved closer and waved his dick at her face. Carol took his cock in her mouth as she feverously rode Rock's stiff black cock. Carol wildly rode Rock's big tool and sucked Steel's rigid prick. She didn't think about how this was merely play acting for the cameras. She was getting thoroughly fucked by a bunch of handsome studs and that was all that mattered.

Rock lifted Carol off his lap and rose to his feet. Carol squatted on her haunches and plunged her mouth over his glistening prick, the shaft sticky with her cunt juice. James caressed her bare shoulders as Rock removed his shirt and tossed it aside. The black stud pushed his pants down his legs as Carol blew his cock. He stepped out of his pants and lay naked along the sofa cushions.

Carol swung her leg over his lap and mounted his dick. "Fuck yeah!" she exhaled with lust as she settled onto his lap. "God, your big black cock feels so good in my tight pink pussy."

The man sucked and groped her loose flopping tits as he bucked his hips up to fuck her from below. James moved beside her and shoved his dick in her mouth. Carol bobbed her head over his hard cock.

Tony wandered over from the door and undressed by the couch. He stripped naked and crawled onto the couch behind her with his dick in his fist. He spit into the crack of her ass and kneeled between Rock's legs, his hand on Carol's ass as he pressed his dick into her butt hole.

"Fuck!" Carol cursed as Tony savagely rammed his cock into her anus. "Goddammit! Son of a bitch!"

Tony began to fuck her hard and deep as Rock pounded into her from below.

Carol moaned in agony and dropped her forehead onto Rock's chest. "Holy fuck!" she whimpered weakly as the two actors double-holed her. "You're tearing me apart!"

Rock grinned and squeezed her big boobs as he slammed into her cunt. "Damn, I love fucking these rich bitch cunts! You sure got one tight pussy for an old broad."

The woman glared at him. "I'll give you old broad!" she snapped angrily. "Fuck me with that big monster tool of yours, you black son of a bitch!"

James grabbed a fist full of her hair and shoved his dick into her mouth. Carol screamed in pain over a mouthful of cock as Rock doubled his stroke and pounded mercilessly into her from below. Tony gripped her shoulders and banged deep into her butt, the man riding her from behind like a naked cock jockey. Carol was being fucked savagely in every hole.

Her mind reeled with pain and pleasure. The sensations were causing her brain to swoon with erotic overload. Carol shuddered as her twat gushed with cunt cream onto Rock rigid thrusting pole. "Oh God," she whimpered as his big dick made sloppy squishing sounds as it hammered into her seeping slit. "You made me cum."

"Fuck yeah," Rock grunted, "I'm gonna cum too, bitch."

Carol turned her head from sucking Steel's dick and said, "Cum on my face."

"Shit yeah, baby!"

Tony pulled out of her ass and stepped down from the couch with his dick in his fist. Carol dismounted Rock's cock and dropped to kneel on the floor. Her captors moved to her side and stood frigging their pricks in their fists. "That's it, you horny mother-fuckers," Carol growled lustfully. She leered up at them as she squeezed and groped her full loose melons in her palms. "Cum all over this rich cunt's face! Shoot your hot cum all over Frankie's rich bitch wife's big beautiful tits and cum all over her fucking face!"

Tony and James grunted and fired at the same time, their gooey spooge splattering over her forehead, nose, and cheeks. Rock stepped in and shoved his big black cock into her mouth. Carol licked and sucked him hungrily, savoring the taste of her pussy juice on his stiff pole.

Rock pulled out and jerked his long dong in his fist as rope after creamy rope of white cum pelted her chin and neck and tits. Carol leered up at him and laughed as he panted and blasted her pink skin with his white cream. "Give it to me!" she demanded. "Give me all that hot cum all over my face and tits!" Rock snapped his head back and grunted, another load splattering across her face and nose and eyes.

Carol smiled up at them and wiped his gooey spooge from her eyelid. Globs of cum dripped from her chin onto her big boobs. "To hell with Frankie," she grinned lecherously. "You boys can keep me for as long as you fucking want!"

"And cut!" Barry shouted.

Carol giggled with delight as Rock offered her a hand up. "How did I do?"

"You were magnificent!" he laughed. "I don't recognize you, though. How long have you been in the business?"

"I'm not," she said, picking up her torn blouse and wiping the sticky semen from her face. "I'm the hairdresser."

"No shit?"

"Barry needed a stand-in and I was available." Carol cleaned her face and smiled at the man. "However, after sampling your huge cock, I'm tempted to do this more often."

James moved to her and took her naked body into a warm embrace. "You were amazing!"

"So were you!"

Tony hugged her and gave her a smooch on the cheek. "You can act with me anytime, Carol."

"You're so sweet!" she giggled gleefully.

The director hurried over to Carol and shook her hand with unbridled enthusiasm. "Holy shit, that was incredible! I've been doing movies like this for eight years and I never had a scene give me such a raging hard-on as this! You were spectacular!"

Carol wrapped her arm around Rock's waist and gave him a sideways hug. "These guys were spectacular," she beamed brightly. "It was easy to get into the scene with such handsome and talented studs as these."

Rock chuckled and slid his hand down her spine to grope her ass. "Sorry about the 'old broad' comment. You are most definitely not old."

The lady smiled and craned her lips up to meet his in a tender kiss. "Old or not, you certainly wear this poor woman out!" She patted him on the back and gathered up her clothes. "Now if you will excuse me, I have my other occupation to return to. I left Amy Coy in my styling chair and if I don't take care of her now I may not get back to her today."

Her black friend rested his hand on her bare back. "Speaking of taking care of the ladies," he grinned, "if you want to get together later, the Anaconda wants to take care of you a whole lot more."

Carol giggled with glee. "Oh Rocky, I'm flattered!"

CHAPTER 10

The next day Carol returned to the studio to do another styling job. It was a real juggling act coordinating two schedules, but Carol didn't want to give up taking care of the actors. They were so interesting to be around and the film studio provided a lot more action and excitement than what she saw at her salon. Carol entered the ladies' dressing room to find a lovely young lady with long black hair sitting in front of the makeup mirror applying her eye shadow. She wore a tight pink tee shirt and snug denim jeans. "You must be Tiffany True," Carol lilted happily. "I'm Carol, your hair stylist."